Lyrics:
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my eyes
RTA ain't no other way
I'm all the way powered up
On you bitches
Movin be movin fuck you be doing
Please don't respond
Give a fuck what you doing
Hip to the hop
Man this shit don't stop
They won't put me at the top
Till this mixtape drops
I am godlike, just the cream of the crop
I am godlike,
Yeah
No dramas
We don't needa beef with no toddlers
We stay movin' like Rhode Scholars
Everything top tier, no garbage
Yeah
No talkers
Just execute
to me (uh)
I got you in the mood (uh)
Baby, move slow for me (I'm movin' slow)
Climb on top, take control of me (take control)
Let you ride it, you
No I ain't you
Got crossed once again, that's a bet
I don't blame you
Movin where we at, we gon' ride n double back
We gon' slide and that's a fact,
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my eyes
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my eyes
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my eyes
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my eyes
She made me special and I'm feelin' lucky
Bro got himself a new brucky
Ting by his side, he's movin' like Chucky
End of the day, I'm feelin' hungry
I'm
don't know what I gotta do
Walking in the shadows
Where is the light of truth
Grindin' my way to the top
Ain' t no way imma gonna lose
Dreaming about what
Walked A Little Closer Just To Meet Her
Baby
Don't You Think We Should(Think We Should)
Hop Off In My Drop Top(My Drop Top)
Take You To My Chop Shop(My
rats and snakes
Live by the motto whatever it takes
I got the power like Ghost
On top of the world like the Pope
I got da FedEx delivery
Right to your
Movin side to side I’m just whippin in a Range
Why you steady tryna be us why you hangin with the lames?
Did this by myself there ain’t no time
got me movin hot
Don't get shot hanging w da opps
She getting neak tryn ride on top
Like i'm i'm tryna flock til he drop
Add alil toe but don't add
top and hiding pieces in my socks
Find another route, and I turned it up a notch
Had to quit half steppin', had to give it all I got
Fuck the FPL,
Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa
I haunt MCs like
nothin' but heartache by the pound
Get off the ladder, woman; I've got to climb up to the top
Get off the ladder, woman; I've got to climb up
to stackin' up, I'm untouchable
I get to represent, money multiple
I'm at the top of the charts, unapproachable
Bread by the loaf, turbo the motor
the hell on
I ain't got no time for that me llamo el don
Rat soup eatin' Muthafucka
I've seen it before and I know that I'm tougher
Keep it movin
(21)
(Dopamine) Ooh-ooh
(Nah, I got y'all fools this time, hit it)
Yeah, (Carlos is in here)
Y'all ready? ready, y'all ready? ready (Okay, okay)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: B.G.]
Look, I try to stay low-key when I'm on the block (block)
But I'm known by name by every cop (every cop)
But I don't care,
love you forever
Don't listen to rumors, so you run it by me
Don't even panic, I know you my man
Let's just hold that shit down like we Bobby
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